The Sang Country professor had finally managed to take out the stinky sock, completely sickened, he couldn't stop vomiting.
Yang Fei couldn't be bothered with him and looked coldly at the student in front of him who looked like a club president.
"Do you Sangguo people speak with your farts? Honor your promise and apologize to our Huaxia students!"
The student looked at Yang Fei arrogantly, his face full of disdain.
"We, the people of Sang Country, never apologize to the weak."
"What's a game of soccer? Have the guts to compete in martial arts with us."
Yang Fei and the student both spoke in the language of Sang Country.
However, someone immediately translated what the Sangguo student said, and it spread throughout the crowd.
At this, everyone was in an uproar.
Many people shouted loudly, "Beat these bastards to death."
"Damn, who are the weak ones? You few untrustworthy bastards?"
"Stop talking, beat them to death!"
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